4 comments/ 38014 views/ 4 favorites New Kid on the Block Ch. 01 By: phyrecat27 Author's Note: This story has a slow build up over many chapters. Jason groaned as he stepped off the bus. He couldn't believe his parents made him transfer schools in the middle of his senior year. And even then his new school was hundreds of miles away from anyone he ever knew. He thought of the girls he had left behind. Jason always felt that he was just a step behind getting with the perfect girl. Although far from ugly, Jason always had trouble with women. His raging teenage hormones coupled with the fact that he was still a virgin plagued his nightly masturbation sessions. His friends had thrown him a huge going away party. He had even almost hooked up with someone but that didn't help the dread he felt as he walked across the pavement. Why the hell was the bus stop three blocks from the high school? His mom had told him he'd get used to his new home. Jason told her as soon as he graduated he was going back to his old home, his only home. This had escalated into an argument. She said he needed to grow up if he was going to be a man. He called her a "heartless bitch". She took away his car. Jason's father wasn't home. He was at his new job. The reason they had moved. Jason never thought he came from a broken home or even a dysfunctional one. He was just angry that, at 18, still had to follow his parents rule while he was still in high school. He didn't have a job to support himself. Two more blocks to go. Jason thought about his mother. He had seen a florist while on the bus. He would drop by after school to buy her something. In a way, she was right, he thought. I need to be a man. One block. He could see the high school by now. The buildings were all the same ugly tan color with green. Looks like a school for leprechauns. He was seeing the other students now too. There didn't seem to be anything special in any of them. They were all slowly converging on the school. Jason was in the parking lot now. He bent down on the sidewalk to tie his shoe. That was when he was tackled sideways by what looked like a stick with blue hair as a cherry red motorcycle tore by. "ASSHOLE!" he yelled as the biker continued down the sidewalk. "Hey, man, you alright?" said the stick standing up. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Who the hell was that?" Jason asked from the ground. "You're new." It wasn't a question. "That was Kyle. Everyone here knows by now. Asphalt is for walking. Sidewalk is for driving. You'll get used to it. The cars drive slow. Too many people moseying through the parking lots for them to speed. I'm Bryan by the way." He said as he stuck out his hand. "Jason", he said, taking the outstretched hand and pulling himself up. "Office is that way. Over by the library. If you're cool with it you can hang with me and my friends at lunch. We're at the pink one. See you later." And with that he left. Jason stood in the middle of the parking lot dumfounded. He had just nearly been hit by a motorcycle, talked to a stick, and been invited to lunch. Pink what exactly? he thought as he walked to the office. Everything was in order. Jason sat through four periods of teachers asking him to introduce himself and asking if he learned all of the material at his old school. Bryan was in his fourth period class, English. It turned out he was a genius despite his lightning blue hair. He was a bit of a class clown too. Jason watched the second hand tick until the bell rang. Bryan leapt like a gazelle over a few desks. "Food time, J-man." As they walked through the school, Bryan filled Jason with every little detail he could about the school. Describing places, people, and events. His own personal tour guide. They were headed towards the quad. Then he saw it. Every table in school was painted the same leprechaun green except one. Someone (probably Bryan, or at least someone like Bryan) had painted one table pink. HOT pink. "I think my eyes just burned out of their sockets" "You like? We're going to try to do the entire school like this. The original school colors were going to be pink and black. But the Admins didn't want the football team to be pink. I think the mascot was going to be a poodle." Bryan introduced him to Danny, Rob, Andre, Kristi, Chris, and Bianca. Danny had long brown hippie-like hair that contrasted his narrow features. He kept sweeping it back out of his eyes. Rob had dark, almost black hair. It was cut short and spiky. Andre's hair was dirty blond. As was Kristi's but she had bright purple streaks throughout hers. Bryan told Jason later that they were twins. Chris was easily the smallest of everyone there. He had wispy white-blond hair and large blue eyes. Jason would have mistaken him for a girl had he not had an Adam's apple. Bianca's hair was like a rainbow. Each strand of hair seemed to be a different color or the spectrum. Her eyebrows (both of which were pierced) gave away her natural brunette. "Welcome to the gang," said Bryan as he settled next to Kristi. "Kyle should be here soon." "Wait, you never said Kyle was part of your gang." Jason said, shocked. Everyone's head seemed to snap to attention immediately "What's your beef with Kyle?" questioned Rob. "Yeah, what's up? Kyle's cool," Danny stated, looking angry. "Kyle decided to welcome Jason with the bike." Bryan, playing mediator. "Jason, it's no big deal. Kyle's an expert driver. Would have missed you easily" "So why did you tackle me?" "Might have been a narrow miss." Suddenly they heard a cry of unmistaken agony. Jason turned to see a group of letter jackets yelling angrily and surrounding what looked like a fallen companion. "Kyle's here," said Danny. Jason noticed no one else at the table had even bothered to check out the commotion. "Which one's Kyle?" Jason asked. "Don't worry about it man," answered Danny. "You'll know her when you see her." Jason turned around so fast he heard his neck crack. "Kyle's a girl?!" "Oh shit, I didn't tell you?" said Bryan, looking mildly amused. "Yea, Kyle's a girl. Kylie Conners. Keep looking. You'll see her." I was almost run over by a girl. A GIRL! Jason thought, fuming. That bitch is going down. Once I think of something...Absorbed in thought, Jason didn't notice the gathering begin to disperse. And then he saw her. Holy fucking shit... Before him was the most beautiful female he had ever seen in his entire life. Time seemed to slow down. He watched awestruck as she vaulted herself over the railing separating the hallway from the rest of the quad. She appeared to be a few inches shorter than him. She had deep green eyes, like twin emeralds set in a pale face. Her hair was straight and rich ebony color tipped with the same cherry red as her motorcycle. His eyes gaped at her soft lips. She turned slowly to spit on the fallen jock, giving Jason an unobstructed view of her perfectly curved ass. She wore tight black denim jeans that hugged every part of her long legs. As she turned back and jogged towards the group, Jason watched as her firm breasts bounced up and down slightly in her tight black t-shirt. All thoughts of revenge had vanished "Who's the new guy?" she had slightly rougher, deeper voice than most girls but to Jason it was alluring. "Apparently you nearly hit him with the Ducati this morning" said Bianca "Oh, you're the speed bump." She flipped her hair, revealing that she had only one ear pierced, but it had an assortment of piercings on it. They spent lunch discussing everything from philosophy to Saturday morning cartoons. He noticed that Andre didn't talk much. He was very stoic and usually gave one word, one syllable responses. Kristi, his twin, and Bryan flirted constantly. Chris agreed with anything and everything that the others said. Danny and Rob seemed to be as entranced with Kylie as Jason was. He watched her eat as she wrapped her lips around her food. He could feel something stirring in his loins. God, what I would do for those lips on me. He didn't even notice Bianca ask him a question. "I'm sorry, what?" "You're just like them, aren't you? Completely infatuated." "I am not," Jason said quickly. "Yes you are," said Kristi pulling away from Bryan momentarily. "Congratulations Kylie, your fan club is growing. It must be your tits. I wish mine were bigger." "Your tits are perfect" Bryan whispered in her ear while cupping an apple sized breast. "AHEM!" The table jumped and looked at Andre who gave no sign of making any noise at all. Although it was apparent that he did not approve of his friend groping his sister. "Like I was saying," Kristi continued, "the big boobs get all the attention." "No they don't." Bianca was now holding her large breasts up. "Kylie gets all the attention even though I have these. Jason what do you think?" Jason sat wondering how he had gotten himself in such a situation. He was now staring at a pair of enormous breasts that were being held up to his face. He had also not settled the growing problem in his jeans. "I...uh...well...they're nice..." "See! 'Nice' he says. Damn it Kylie, what's your secret" "It's really more of a curse. Didn't you see those guys? Jerry tried to grab my ass on my way out of Psychology and I kneed him in the nuts." "Don't get on her bad side," Danny muttered. "She fights dirty and hits hard." "Saves me from harassment doesn't it?" "Can't you let a man dream at least?" "Keep dreaming then." She said as the bell for the end of lunch sounded. Jason couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. He could not keep his mind off of Kylie's breasts and how they would feel pressed up against him. Or the thought of his hands on her gorgeous ass. And those soft lips against his. If only, if only he thought. As it turned out, Kylie was in his last class of the day. 3D Art. His hard-on from lunch returned immediately as he watched her hands mould the clay. He was barely paying attention as the teacher showed him around the class room. Thoughts of Kylie's hands groping and stroking his cock the way she worked the clay. The final bell rang and the students erupted into the hallways. He saw Andre and Chris together as he made his way through the parking lot (in the middle of the road this time). "Hey do you guys know where that florist is downtown?" "Yes." That was Andre. Chris piped up. "We were actually headed the other direction but Kylie heads downtown every day. Maybe she could give you a ride." "Try." Andre again. Jason searched the parking lot and couldn't find her. As a last resort he stood stark still in the middle of the sidewalk. And there she was. "HEY!" He yelled. He assumed she gave him a funny look but he couldn't tell. She looked completely different while wearing her helmet. The subtle curves or her legs up to her ass and the way her leather jacket fitted her gave a way her femininity. How the hell did I miss that? "You think you could give me a ride to the florist downtown?" Her helmet matched everything about her. Black. It had a design in red that depicted a snake with wings. She opened it and gazed at him with emerald eyes. "Sure. Hop on" She handed him a spare helmet and balanced the bike as he lifted one leg over the motorcycle. "I've never ridden on a motorcycle before," he admitted. "Here." She told him where to place his hands as they rode. He now had his hands caressing the sides of her perfect body. She took off out of the parking lot and he realized his crotch was pressed right into her ass. To be continued... New Kid on the Block Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story has a slow build up over many chapters. Please read previous chapters in order to follow the plot. Jason was in trouble. He knew it as soon as he felt the curve of Kylie's ass against his crotch when her motorcycle tore out of the high school parking lot. The vibrations of the motorcycle didn't aide his predicament. Every bump in the pavement had him grinding his growing hard-on into her. Kylie didn't just have any motorcycle either. She drove a Ducati 1098. Jason felt like he was bending her over and fucking her from behind. His hands were placed on her sides just below her breasts for his safety. He couldn't help admiring her perfect figure. How the hell am I going to get out of this one? he thought. The ride was only a few miles but the trip seemed to take longer than that. Images of her body pressed against him started to enter his mind. Kylie in her underwear. Kylie naked. Kylie spreading her legs for him. Kylie begging for his touch. Oh, stop it, you pervert. Jason hated being a virgin. Sometimes he felt that all he could think about was sex. I need to get laid. Fast. And with that thought Kylie had driven over a particularly large speed bump without slowing down. Jason felt like he was going to cum any second. "We're here," she said. Jason looked around. Sure enough they were at the florists. He was going to buy his mother some flowers to make up for the argument they had had about moving in the middle of his senior year. Luckily for him, he had met Bryan moments after stepping onto the campus of his new high school. Bryan had introduced him to his group of friends and the dark-haired goddess he was with now. "Um...hello? You getting off..." I wish. "Oh, sorry. Zoned out I guess. Thanks for—" And with that Kylie was gone. Jason stood on the sidewalk watching her disappear around a street corner. What I wouldn't give to be with a girl like that. He crossed the street to a fast food restaurant hoping to use the sinks in the bathroom do splash some cold water on his face. Then he returned to the florist. The girl standing at the counter was not the type he was expecting at a florist. She had wild curls of red hair and two different colored eyes. One green. One blue. She was bent over and flipping through a magazine but the small hint of a smile she had gave clue that she hadn't ignored the young teenage man that had entered. A green apron covered up a short denim skirt and black-and-white checkered top. Her nails and lips were the same shimmery pink. "Anything I can get for you, stud?" "I want to buy a bouquet for my mother. Sorta an apology." "My mom would be better at helping you with that. She owns the place. I'll get her. She's out back." The redhead turned on her heel and walked out the back door. Jason admired the roundness of her ass as her hips swayed back and forth. He glanced around the store as he waited. As expected, there were flowers everywhere. From the typical rose to a flourishing Bird of Paradise. The smell was enticing and slightly exotic. "Ya need stargazers," came a gruff voice. It belonged to a squat woman with curly grey hair. That must be her mother. "I'm sorry. What?" "Stargazer lilies. Moms love to get them from their children. I also recommend some alstroemeria. The two go well together." "Um...okay..." Jason was hesitant. He had no idea what the woman was talking about. "She means you need some of the pink ones over there and some of the purple ones over that way," the girl said, pointing to different parts of the shop. "I'll help you. Thanks, Mom." The redhead proceeded to help Jason put together a bouquet as well as give him a short tour of the store. He couldn't tell if she was flirting with him or not. Every sway of her hips seemed intentional. Now and then she would stop and he would walk right into her bubbly behind. Her coy smile had also become more and more sultry. When the bouquet was put together they returned to the front counter and the girl rang up his purchase. "That'll be $47." Shit. Jason had only brought $30 with him. "I...uh...think we might have to modify the bouquet." "Not enough, stud?" "Unfortunately." "Don't worry about it. Pay with what you got and come back and pay the rest tomorrow." "Really? You sure? Thank you...uh..." "Kelly. My name is Kelly." "Thanks a lot." "See you tomorrow, stud." Jason took the bus the rest of the way home. He kept thinking about how he would apologize for what he had said to his mother. He was wrong to call her a "heartless bitch". She was right. He needed to grow up. Things weren't that bad here. Sure, he'd miss his friends from his old town but they had phones. He walked the last few steps to his front door slowly, bouquet in hand. Here it goes. He took his house key from his pocket and slid it into the keyhole. He held his breath as he opened the door. "How was your first day honey?" his mom called. "Fine, Mom. Listen about that thing the other day...I'm sorry. I should have been more mature. I met a bunch of new kids today and...well...here..." Jason handed his mother the bouquet. "Is this a bribe for your car back?" she asked suspiciously. "It's an apology." "Thank you, then. They're lovely." She turned away from him and took the flowers into the kitchen to find a vase. "You making any new friends at school, dear?" "Yeah, a few," Jason said following her. "Well, what are they like?" "Um...Bryan's pretty smart, Andre's quiet, Danny's laid back, Rob's a bit more—" "Will they be a good influence on you?" his mom asked curtly. "Yeah, of course. I mean some of them have a lot of piercings and dyed hair. One drives a motorcycle but you can't just judge on appear—" "Piercings? Dyed hair? Motorcycles? These aren't the type of people I want you around." "There fine, Mom. There's nothing wrong—" "I want my boy to have good people surrounding him," she said, facing him and pointing the scissors she was using to cut the flowers at him. "This is your future we're talking about." "Why can't I pick my own future?" Jason asked, irritated "I never asked you to choose it for me." "You didn't have to ask. You live under this roof. You are my son and that means you must obey me and your father." "Maybe I don't want to be your son!" he yelled. "Go to your room. Go to your room now!" she screamed. "Fine with me," he muttered, slamming his room door behind him. Flinging himself on to his bed he reached into his pocket for his cell phone. He called the first name on his speed dial. A friend from his old school. Ring. Pick up. Ring. Come on. Ring. Please? Ri— "Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging sys—" Jason hung up. There's nothing wrong with them, he thought. Damn it, if this is my new home, then they're the ones that are going to be my new friends. He thought about how they accepted him almost immediately. They had made the move worthwhile. Bryan, the first person to acknowledge he existed after the move. Cute, energetic Kristi contrasting her quiet twin, Andre. And then Chris, always willing to please. Bianca, who always had something to say and flirted with him so much. Danny and Rob, obvious best friends despite their differences. Both were infatuated with Kylie. Kylie...Jason sighed. If I were to ever fall for someone, it would be her. She was so relaxed but taut and tense at the same time. She could caress something lovingly but lash out with aggression at something else. Multidimensional and Jason barely knew anything about her. She was a mystery to him. An enigma. He was determined that, by the end of the school year, he would know her better than anyone. What he didn't know about her mind, he knew about her figure. Shallow, and he knew it, but what a body! His mind drifted back to the ride she gave him from school. Her perfect ass vibrating against him, grinding into him. He thought about his hands resting on either side of her just below her breasts. A few more inches, he thought, and I would have been cupping both of those luscious globes. By now an erection had slowly been growing in his pants making them uncomfortably tight. Jason looked at the clock. His dad wouldn't be home for a while and he figured his mom wouldn't let him out of his room until then. He rubbed himself through his jeans as he removed his shirt and grabbed for a bottle of lotion he kept on his dresser with the other hand. Jason wondered what kind of underwear she wore. He pictured her in something black and simple. Completely her style but sexy all the same. He closed his eyes as he imagined her lying on a bed, gesturing for him to join her. His right hand wrapped around his semi-erect cock and he gave it a couple of slow strokes. The feeling was electric, sending shivers up his spine. He began to stroke a bit faster, his cock getting stiffer as his heart thumped hard in his chest. He thought about the tightness and wetness of her pussy. Applying lotion to his hand he spread it all over his cock. Jason pretended he was fucking her. She was riding him hard. Each downward stroke was her pussy engulfing him. He could see her beautiful breasts bouncing in his mind. Slowly, he opened his eyes, glancing at his hard-on. This was the hardest he'd been in a long time. His hips began to meet the strokes, fucking his own hand, her pussy. He arched his back as his body tensed. The pressure within his body was mounting. Trying to prolong the moment, he forced himself to slow down. Pre-cum had mixed with the lotion. His cock glistened in the low-light of his bed room. The anticipation of cumming got to him and he sped up his strokes again. Faster. Harder. Thrusting his hips in rhythm with his hand. He was close. His balls contracted against his body. Gasping for breath, he let it happen. The first shot erupted from him, landing on his chest. The next on his taut stomach. The rest fell all over his hand or pooled in his pubic hair. Jason didn't notice. His mind had gone completely out of focus. Nothing in the world mattered except the feeling he was having right then. Pure bliss. As the world came back, Jason lay limply on his bed. His breathing was ragged and hard. He reached for some tissues to clean himself. That was the best orgasm of his life. To be continued... New Kid on the Block Ch. 03 Author's Note: I apologize for the long delay. I'd like to thank the readers who urged the story to continue. A special thanks goes out to Pokey for helping me complete it. This story has a slow build up over many chapters. Please read previous chapters in order to follow the plot. * Jason's dad talked to his mom about the arguments they have been having. He suggested a compromise. His mom would accept the friends he had now if Jason promised to try to meet other people as well. They were hopeful that he would start hanging out with "the right crowd". Jason told them he hit it off with the florist's daughter and he was going to see her after school again. Not entirely a lie, but more of a half truth. He did indeed visit Kelly after school. Kylie had given him another ride on her motorcycle. Turned out, she worked at an auto body shop downtown after school four days a week. She said her coworkers were great and she was able to keep her Ducati in pristine condition. The ride to the florist was no less bumpy as the day before and Jason was already forming a fantasy in his mind for masturbating to later that evening. Kelly wore the same green apron over a yellow sun dress. The material of the dress was thin and sheer. Although she wore a white t-shirt under the dress to cover her breasts, Jason was trying to figure out if he could actually see a pair of pink panties through the material around her curvaceous ass. Her curly red hair was in a loose ponytail and her two different colored eyes sparkled in the soft light. "Afternoon, stud," she said, looking up from her magazine. "Uh...hey. I got the rest of the money today." He handed her a twenty. "You only owe me $17," she pointed out. "I don't have any change." "Well go pick out a flower." Jason wandered around the quaint store for several minutes. Eventually he picked out a white carnation and handed Kelly the bill. In a bold move, he leaned forward and placed the flower behind her ear. He barely even knew why he had done it. Almost immediately he pulled his hand back, blushing slightly. Kelly stood smiling at him with sparkling pink lips. "That's sweet, but I think I'm too old for you." "Really?" "Twenty-one." "Oh." Kelly made a move to remove the flower, but Jason just gestured for her to keep it. She smiled again. He walked slowly for the exit. Turning, he called, "See you around." "See you later, stud," she replied. The bell from the door tinkled behind him as it swung shut. What the hell was that? he thought. Kelly was an attractive girl. When Jason's thoughts weren't of Kylie's taut form they were filled with images of Kelly's heart-shaped ass. He glanced back to look at her through the window of the door. She was busying herself with a bouquet of some sort of bright orange flower. Looking closely Jason confirmed that he could indeed see the pinkness of her panties through the dress. Without warning Kelly had knocked the spool gold ribbon she was using for the bouquet and several flowers on the floor. As she bent over to gather the items, the hem of her sun dress rode up her thighs and gave Jason a now unobstructed view of the panties he had been admiring. Jason's mouth hung open as his breath shallowed. From the way Kelly stood he could make out the puffy outer lips of her pussy encased in pink cotton. He could feel the blood from his head rush to fill his cock as it swelled in his pants. His heart was beating in his temples. He knew he was a pervert for watching but he could not look away from the sight before him. Kelly was shifting her weight around in order to reach everything that had fallen on the floor inadvertently making her ass sway back and forth for the testosterone filled teen. The spool of ribbon had rolled under the counter so she had to get down on her hands and knees to retrieve it. Jason watched the yellow hemline rise even higher. He let out a quiet moan and tried readjusting his pants to ease the discomfort his hardened cock was causing him. He thought about what it would be like to be kneeling behind her and thrusting into her sopping pussy. He wanted to caress her luscious ass with his hands and then cup both her breasts as he fucked her from behind. His cock twitched at the thought of juices running down her legs when she came, her pussy squeezing and pulsing around his cock. "Fuuuck," he groaned. Kelly stood up with her arms full of ribbon and flowers. She looked at Jason curiously, wondering what he was still doing standing outside of the shop. Glancing down she saw the impressive bulge in the crotch of his pants. She smiled and winked at him. Jason's face turned crimson and he hurried away embarrassed. The next couple weeks after seemed to all meld together for Jason. The group had fallen into a certain rhythm. Bryan, now Jason's best friend, and Kristi continued to flirted with each other. Kristi's twin, Andre, didn't appear to warm up any more than he had the first day he and Jason met. Bianca's tops seemed to be getting lower cut every day while her skirts seemed to be getting shorter. Her insistence of sitting next to Jason every day with either one of her large breasts or firm thighs pressed up against him made him squirm. Chris was still as eager as ever. Danny and Rob, although friendly, still saw Jason as a threat in their competition for Kylie's affection. Ah Kylie... Jason was infatuated and he knew it. Never in his life had he met a girl so cool. There was no other way to describe her. Jason lived for the way her hips swayed as she walked. He breathed for the fullness of her lips. And there was something mysterious about her. Some aloofness that made him want more. She had begun to help Jason in 3D Art. Often he'd use a pottery wheel near her workbench. As Jason tried to shape his blob-like lump of clay into a masterpiece, Kylie's skillful fingers worked effortlessly at her piece. From what he could see, the figure appeared to be a man sitting on a high stool bending over an acoustic guitar. He remained faceless so far, but Jason felt like hear the music coming from the piece. "You're doing that wrong." Jason snapped out of his reverie. "Huh?" "If you're trying to center the clay, you need to be firmer. Right now you're only really making it worse." Jason poked at his amorphous blob gingerly with his finger. "Here let me show you." Kylie placed her delicate hands on his clay and slowly began to shape his clay. She smoothed and pushed it until it had formed a small dome-like shape. "Now if you want to sink the well for a pot, you should do it with very gentle movements. Every imperfection will show. Your turn." Jason tried to mimic the movements Kylie had performed on his piece but the sullen piece of clay began to spin erratically. Kylie stepped behind him while he sat and placed her hands over his. With her hands guiding, the clay seemed to flow effortlessly. Their combined effort managed to form the clay into a crude bowl shape. It was at this moment that Jason realized that Kylie's breasts were pressed up against his back. Her chest rose and fell with every breath. He could feel heat creep across his face as he flushed with embarrassment. His cock swelled, making his jeans uncomfortably tight. "You think you're okay now?" Kylie asked. "Uh...yeah. Thanks a lot." After she left, Jason rose from his stool to go wash his hands. The class was far from over but Jason hoped the cold water from the sink would transfer to the rest of his body. He wiped his hands dry and then settled back at his wheel facing away from Kylie. Need to concentrate. The last minutes of class ticked by dully. At the end of the day, the bell rang and Jason threw his lumpy pot back into the clay supply bin. It was then that he realized he had left his much needed bus money at home. He wondered if he could convince Kylie to give him another ride. Looking around the workroom, he saw dark hair with red streaks disappear out the door. He jumped nimbly over the wheels and ran out the door. Jason managed to catch up with her just as she was putting on her helmet. "Hey! Wait—" "Just hop on already." "Huh?" "I know what you're going to ask. It's not surprising. If you want, I could just drive you home from now on. No senior wants to have to take the bus with the froshies. So get on." It was more of a demand than a question, but Jason wasn't going to argue with her. He took his regular seat and clung on for dear life as Kylie raced across the sidewalk. Some bumps, grinds, and possible blue balls later. Kylie arrived in front of his house. Jason caught a quick glimpse of his mothers hair disappearing behind the curtains has he shakily removed himself from his position behind Kylie's ass. "Those are not the types of new friends I was talking about, young man," his mother spoke with an edge to her voice. "I did what you told me. I made an effort to meet new people. That florist girl from a few weeks ago. I did go see her." Jason was tired. The weather was warming and the days seemed to be getting longer. "But that's not the crowd a growing boy should be getting his influence from—" "Look, I did what you told me okay!" The sound of his mother's berating was just grating on his ears. It sounded shrill and irritating. He grabbed his backpack, some food from the pantry and slammed his room door behind him. Hours later, his cell phone vibrated against the hard surface of his desk. "I know your secret" said a soft, velvety voice. "Excuse me?" Jason was shocked. I have a secret? "You want to know what it feels like. You've never done it before." "I-I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." "The touch of a woman. The feeling when she slides her hands up your chest. Her teeth lightly pressing into your neck. The sounds of her moans late into the night." "Okay. Who the hell is this?" Jason was embarrassed and slightly angry. He never shared that information with any of his new friends. None of the girls from his hometown would bother calling him like this. "Starts with a B. Ends with --ianca." "Bianca! How did you get my number?" "Magic, my little virgin," Jason imagined her giving him a playful wink at that moment. "I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve, and I'd just love to show you the naughty ones." She says in voice that's obviously filled with an unfulfilled lust for passion. "Tricks? Who did you trick... Wait a minute. How do you know I'm a virgin? There are plenty of girls. Lots of girls that I could have slept with!" "I only assumed you are a virgin. But, considering your angry response, I'd say my assumption is correct. Don't worry. I think it's sexy. It's such a turn on knowing I'm a boy's first, it gives me so much more control of when and how I can show you my naughty little tricks to make your toes curl. And I simply adore the look you virgins give the moment you cum in a girl's pussy for the first time." Jason had one hand on his crotch and was rubbing it subconsciously. Somehow this entire ordeal was turning him on too. He pictured Bianca in his mind. Hair like a rainbow waterfall cascading straight over her shoulders and down her sides. Large aquamarine eyes. Pierced eyebrows that showed she was a natural brunette. And wondrously large tits that always seemed to be perky when he was around. "Close your mouth, Jason, or you'll catch flies." "Y-you're wrong. I'm not a...virgin. I've had plenty of sex. Tons of it in fact." "Really...then this whole thing isn't turning you on? Is my candor undesirable since I don't compare with all those other girls?" "I never said—" "I bet you do want me. I bet you want to caress my breasts. You want to know exactly how wet my pussy can get. I bet right now you're hard as a steel pole and ready to let me have it all night long. Tell me, Jason, are you that hard? Do you want to stick that throbbing cock inside of me?" Jason was flustered. He couldn't figure out where any of this was going. She seemed into him but was it a trick? If she told the group, Kylie would think he's an even bigger loser. Was it blackmail? "JAY-son..." Bianca called in a sing-song voice, waiting for a response. Okay, man, just play it cool. "Look, Bianca, I do think you're attractive, and, yeah, maybe I am a bit...aroused. But that doesn't mean that I want you like that." He was trying to get the picture of the rainbow cascade of her hair down her bare skin, with a teasing finger on her lower lip as she looks back over her should. "Oh, please, Jason. The only thing you've ever screwed was a light bulb. You're as hot and heavy as I am. Now admit you're a virgin and I'll tell you how many fingers I have in my throbbing cunt." Jason felt his resolve waning, "And what if I don't?" Bianca let's out a quiet teasing chuckle, "Well then you'll just miss out on a great show." She says right before letting out a slight moan. Resolve shattered, Jason caves in, "... I'm a virgin..." A louder chuckle, laced through with lust and passion sounds on his phone. "Alright...Now for your reward...Pick a number between one and five." Shit. Five?! "Uhh...well, one I guess." "Aww. And here I was hoping you'd be a bit more adventurous. It's okay. I'll break you of that boyish charm. Soon you'll be a man and I'll be the woman riding that thick cock of yours. Undo your pants, Jason." "Wh-why?" In truth, he had already had his pants down. He couldn't believe how horny she'd made him. His cock stood straight up, quivering as the light from his desk lamp reflected off the pre-cum oozing from the tip. "Because you're mine now. And we're gonna have some fun. Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me all your naughty secrets." "Oh God, Bianca." he moaned, stroking his cock, "Your tits. I'd love to feel them, taste them." "Mmm. It's always the same with you boys. You wanna lick my nipples? Bite them even? They're so hard for you right now. And my pussy...my pussy's so wet. I can feel it throbbing around my finger. Ohhh....I want more...Do you want it, Jason? Do you want me to stretch my pussy for you?" Her voice was so hot, so tempting. Jason was stroking his cock slowly trying not to breathe too heavily into the mouthpiece of the phone. "Oh yeah, Bianca, please..." "Please what Jason?" "Add another f-finger. Stretch your p-pussy out." "Ah-ah, Jason. First you gotta tell me what my little virgin's up to." Fuck. I've never done this before. "I'm um...I'm touching my penis and uh..." "Call it a 'cock', Jason. 'Cock' is such a sexy word. Say it." "C-cock." He mumbled. I am so screwed if my mom hears me, he thought. Suddenly the idea of his mother catching him having phone sex with a girl he barely knew scared the shit out of him. She'd probably ground him for life and set all sorts of curfews on his sorry ass. His cock started to wilt as the thought of mortification flashed through his mind. "Jason...?" "We really shouldn't do this, Bianca. I mean my mom's down the hall and—" "And what? Be a man, Jason. C'mon you're not going to abandon me like this, are you? All wet and waiting, waiting to be pleased, wanting to be satisfied. Don't leave me right here on the brink of such immense pleasure Jason." "But if my mom catches me..." Jason pleaded, trying to find a way out even though his body was pleading to give into the sultry temptation of imagining Bianca sliding her fingers in and out of herself. Her legs spread wide, her head tilted back eyes closed, and mouth slightly open in pleasure. His silent daydreaming was interrupted by a deep moan of pleasure coming from the phone. "What about her? Forget her, and get me in your mind. Picture my chest heaving with sweat moistening my breasts as they rise up and down. Imagine my hands sliding from my neck down across my breasts as I start to play with my nipples." She said as she took a sharp breath. What am I going to do? My cock wants me to release it, but I don't want something to happen and hinder my chances of getting with Kylie. But god oh god Bianca is putting things in my mind I never thought possible. "Jason, honey? What would you do if I said I wanted your cock right now? What would you do if I said I was willing to meet you somewhere and give you a preview to my vast knowledge of naughty little tricks?" She said while moaning even more. The sound of her quiet cries of pleasure was making it hard to even focus on what she had just said. "What did you say?" He asked, his mind a blur of passion as he just realized that he was rubbing his cock in long even strokes that had gotten progressively faster. "Never mind, I can tell that you're having too much fun right now." She said after quietly letting out a throaty laugh at the spacey tone in his voice. She lets out an even louder moan as the tone of her voice slowly gets louder and louder as the gaps between them become shorter and shorter. "What might my little virgin be doing with his cock over there right now?" "I, uh, well I'm stroking it. All the way up and down. Playing with the tip of it a little bit." While that was a lie, he couldn't manage to say much else with the vigorous pumping of his arm. He could feel the waves of pleasure rolling through his body. He could feel the soft skin of his hand sliding across his cock as the immense amounts of pre-cum that had flowed out from his tip lubed up his cock, allowing his hand to slide up and down it, making it feel even better. The moans coming from Bianca made his cock throb even harder as the waves of ecstasy rolled through his body farther and farther, more and more concentrated. "Well you really seem to be getting into it now don't you my little virgin? I can hear some wet slapping over there. Sounds like you're just about ready blow your load." She said with a sultry teasing voice and a slight giggle. "I wish I could be there to take you over the edge. But I guess I'll just have to listen to the quiet moans and slapping coming from you while I make myself cum." She said as she let out an even louder moan than before. "Oh right there, Jason! That's the spot! Come on, baby, give it to me hard. Oooh..FUCK!!!" He felt an almost overpowering rush of pleasure through his body as he drew in a deep breath and then he felt it all suddenly explode from his cock as came. A breathless 'oh my god' slowly came from his lips, as he suddenly realized that his cum was flowing down his cock. "Judging by that, I think you came at the same time I did." She said breathlessly a slight chuckle behind it, "Could Kylie do that to you?" and with that it just struck home what he had just done. He had just jacked off not only to the voice of a girl other than Kylie, but to a complete and total stranger almost. While yes she did have a good looking body, he couldn't help regretting what he had just done. A hopeless feeling that he had just sabotaged his chances with Kylie sank through him. Without saying goodbye or even another word to Bianca, he hung up.